Perhaps the question we hate the most and answer continually is, Why is your stuff so expensive?As you read what follows, replace the word stuff with whatever your medium is.
There's a piece of me in all of my stuff. Long before my stuff exists, I spend considerable time just thinking about what my stuff will ultimately look like, and how it wil......

Love all of these pet pics -- especially the cold-blooded critters! I only have one cold-blooded critter and he's currently sitting next to me on the couch dropping spaghetti noodles into his mouth. Very refined!

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Love all of these pet pics -- especially the cold-blooded critters! I only have one cold-blooded critter and he's currently sitting next to me on the couch dropping spaghetti noodles into his mouth. Very refined!

ROFL, good visual, Stacy!

I love your little guys, and I'm kinda relieved to see furry creatures of the four legged kind again ... no offense to your eight legged friend, Gina.

Ok these guys are too cute (even Mrs Townsends critters) tho I wouldn't own most of hers Here are my kids

This is Calypso, a Newfoundland mix, about 9 years old. He is a foundling that my sister adopted. The first time I saw him I knew he would be mine someday... so when my sis told me she had to give him up, I drove to california to get him... I've had him in my life for about 7 years.

Introducing her Royal Highness;Thistle, doing what she does best.. (when she is not demanding that I let her in or out of the house) Ahhh the life of a cat butler (sigh)... that is the dogs bed she has taken over.

This is Tater; he is my roomates dog and even tho the pic makes him look mean, he is just a very! very! active (and sweet) dog... so it's hard to get a pic of him sitting still...

He is my roomies dog, and his original name was Gator, but my roomie didn't like that so "Tater" it is. My roomie is an advocate for the local womans shelter and Tater was abandoned by her owner while escaping from an abusive husband who threatened to destroy the dog if she left it there...Calypso came to me with his name, and Thistle told me her name when I picked her up to decide whether I wanted her or one of her brothers... she dug her claws into my shirt, and said "my name is Thistle" and I was supposed to take care of her

Thistle told me her name when I picked her up to decide whether I wanted her or one of her brothers... she dug her claws into my shirt, and said "my name is Thistle" and I was supposed to take care of her

Hunter didn't tell me his name, but he told me he was mine the same way. I went to the shelter and was playing with all the cats & kittens, and when I went to hand Hunter off to my boyfriend at the time, he dug his claws into my shirt and wouldn't let go. So he came home with me.

Our cats are weird. I just wanted to point that out. Catimus (the girl) is constantly finding places to burrow:

And the boys have appropriated one of my stuffed animals. The funny thing is that this particular stuffed animal is one that my sister bought me years ago because it looked a little like Meg (the dog). It looks so terrible because it's been through the wash.